Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I hum my approval but don’t get to indulge myself more. Jude pulls away and shoves me to my back, taking the waist of my leggings and drawing them down my legs painfully slowly, followed by my knickers before he yanks down the cups of my bra.
Then he pulls my legs apart and lashes straight up my centre with his hot, wet tongue.
I nearly go through the ceiling, my back snapping into an arch, the pleasure unbearable. “Jude!” I yell, feeling him bite each nipple as he passes, crawling up my body until he’s settled on top of me.
“Delicious,” he mumbles, taking the wrist of my injured hand and putting it above my head, holding it in place for me, because he knows I’ll fail to keep it still and out of the way. He looks at me, his dick throbbing against my lower tummy. His lip twitches at the corner. “Is this allowed?”
“Shut up.” I lift my head to catch his lips.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, and I groan, exploring his mouth with my tongue, my temperature rising, my body throbbing with the music. “Do you want me to fuck you, Amelia?”
“Jude,” I whisper, aching for him, my internal walls pulsing. “Please.”
“I can’t fuck you.”
“Yes, you can.”
“But you said we need to take this slowly.”
“Jude!”
“Have you changed your mind?” Biting my bottom lip, he pulls away, and I growl my annoyance, making him smile. “Answer me.”
“I can’t resist you,” I admit, and he nods lazily. Understanding.
“I can’t resist you either, baby.” He lifts his hips, lines up, and pushes into me infuriatingly slowly, the friction and heat sending me wild and dizzy, my hand twitching in his hold above my head while my other claws at his back. Air hisses through his teeth, his jaw tight, sustaining the absolute rightness as well as enduring my punishment of his back. “Are you going to argue with that?” He strains the words, reaching the deepest depths of my pussy and holding still, allowing us both a moment to get a hold of ourselves.
“Never,” I cry out, my muscles out of control, clenching and releasing him, the pressure both unbearable and wonderful. “Oh God.”
His head drops, hanging heavy. “Fuck, baby, we feel out of this world.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, finding some patience and waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, I can’t describe the pleasure, his slippery flesh sliding easily through me as he withdraws and hovers briefly before advancing again, steadily and accurately. I groan and close my eyes, flexing into his hips each time he rolls into me, my falling heart pounding with something more than the strain of sustaining him making love to me.
“Open your eyes, Amelia,” he orders hoarsely, nodding when I do. He scans my face, every inch of the ecstasy coating it. “This is my favourite view.”
It’s mine too, his hair in disarray, damp, and falling into his eyes, his green gaze alive but heavy, his rough jaw pulsing from the effort of holding himself together. I release my nails from his back and slide my hand onto his upper arm, feeling his muscles flexing with his pumping hips.
“For years I’ve had to think about every breath I take, Amelia,” he whispers, dropping a light kiss on the corner of my mouth, not wavering in his delicate pace, keeping me in a constant state of euphoria. “You’re all the air I need.” He brushes his lips over mine, and I melt under his soft words and handling of me. My tongue leaves my mouth and finds his, and they dance, rolling delicately, each swirl pushing me higher. I don’t know how he’s maintaining his rhythm, how he’s keeping his torso raised.
I love you!
“Jude,” I mumble into his mouth, my toes curling as I hook my legs around his waist and cling on.
“Is it coming?”
“Yes.” Urgency is coming too, my release tinkering just out of reach, needing a few more strokes to get me there.
“I’ve got you.” He’s so calm, but his hips move faster. “Wait for me.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head, making his lips slide onto my cheek. He bites down gently, panting harshly, his hold around my wrist getting tighter.
“You can.” He finally collapses onto me and buries his face in my neck, and my eyes close, my hips meeting every one of his thrusts, chasing the pleasure. Then I hear him gasp and curse, before he quickly lifts his upper body and kneels, taking me under my knees and using his hold as leverage to yank me back and forth onto him.
I throw my other arm over my head and cling to the headboard, watching as Jude controls every bit of my body and our pleasure, feeling him expand inside me. “Fuck!” he roars, pumping harder. Faster.
I can’t talk to let him know I’m about to fall over the edge, my chest hurting from holding my breath, my eyes fixed on the Adonis before me on his knees, wet, hard, fucking gorgeous. My clit throbs. My thighs tense. My back arches.